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I know that all my best friends from high school are still all my best friends because we can sit in the fanciest bar in town until closing talking about what a motherfucking boss Katharine Hepburn is.

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Not to make this blog all Leslie Knope all the time, but I just noticed that Leslie and I share the same edition of Anne Edwards’s 1989 biography of Katharine Hepburn, A Remarkable Woman, and I am pretty excited about it.

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 I’m reblogging these for Katie Coyle. Also, they are amazing.

 This is basically my personal heaven.

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"(“Audrey’s Advice: Have Fun, Let Hubby Wear the Pants,” read a 1957 newspaper headline.)"

Some Hepburns are greater than others.

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I’m going to watch this over the weekend, for “research.”

A Brief And Illuminating Glance Into My Writing “Process”:

1. Once while I was eating a sandwich, I overheard a scrawny little guy talking about how as a kid, he thought women were robots because he never heard them fart.  He noted his simultaneous relief and shock when he found out that this was not the case.  I thought, “This guy needs to be in a story.”
2. I started writing a story about him on a date with a girl.  I thought it was going to be a story about accidental pregnancy/abortions/carrying the baby to term but discovering it is a wolf (?!?). 
3. Kevin and I listened to a This American Life story about storage units.  I thought, “I want to write about storage units.”
4. I decided to write about the ghost of a grandmother haunting her own storage unit while her granddaughter is on a terrible date with a man who used to think that women were robots.  I started to write about my actual grandmother (with name change and less progeny).  I remembered the time my grandmother saw Katharine Hepburn in a department store.
5. I thought, “You know what this story really needs?  For the ghost of Katharine Hepburn to chill with my grandmother.”
6. I decided to stop trying to be a serious writer.  I decided to be the sort of writer who throws the ghost of Katharine Hepburn into a story where necessary, because why the fuck not, at this point.